[open] you're like a mirror, reflecting me

[qunari]

WHO: Iron Bull and all comers. That means you. Yes, you.
WHAT: Keeping the fort down at Skyhold.
WHEN: End of Kingsway (August)
WHERE: Sparring Ring, Tavern, and other varied locations around Skyhold.
NOTES: n/a, will add as needed.

He was going to need to find something to fight, soon.

Not that a break wasn't nice and all, but after being laid up months ago with that shit that had happened in the Fade, and sitting out all the bullshit going on in Halamshiral, Bull was getting restless. An itch was building that was hard pressed to find a good outlet for scratching. Next big fight that came rolling around? You weren't going to be able to keep him from going.

Some of the newer recruits could use some breaking in, so Bull would occasionally take a break from the training of his own Chargers to take on anyone who thought they might be able to handle themselves in the ring against him. And of course, any sore feelings would find a balm in quickly being offered a jovial pat on the arm and a drink in the Herald's Rest, where Bull occupied his usual corner.

But that restlessness saw him wandering a little more than he was generally prone to. Taking in the battlements, straying towards the garden in the keep's courtyard, poking his head into the library or the rookery, or stealing into the kitchen for a few midday snacks. And hey, if they needed anything heavy moved around the larder, fair was fair.

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[qunari]

"How's that work, exactly? Don't think I'm familiar."

He knew of the Avaar, sure, but he hadn't really hung out, fought alongside them, or gotten to know one on a personal basis. More was the pity, then, for the lost opportunity.

But Korrin? She'd lost a lot more than that.

[gatheringstorm]

Taking a lengthy sip, Korrin slowly relaxes as she relates what she's seen. "Well, instead of doing the whole Andrastian pyre thing, Avvar dismember their dead and offer them to the Lady of the Skies. She's not only the goddess of the sky, wind and birds but the dead. So, the body is laid out and when the birds -her messengers- come, they carry the soul to the Lady of the Skies.

And then everyone leaves to go get shit-faced and tell awesome stories about the dead. That part, at least, seems universal."

[qunari]

There's a thoughtful hum of agreement as Bull takes a swig from his own cup.

"Stories are always gonna outlive us. Makes you wonder what they'll say about us once we're gone," he admits, reaching to scratch at the scruff of his chin.

[gatheringstorm]

That has her wondering as well, Korrin's brow furrows. "I'd almost settle for 'the world was going to shit but at least they didn't make it worse'." It may not seem like a high standard, but considering the amount of assholes deliberately -or inadvertently- contributing to the chaos, not adding to it might be an actual achievement at this point. "Hopefully with something in there about we fought the biggest damn demon ever in the Fade and kicked its ass. Not many can lay claim to that."

[qunari]

Bull chuckled, moving his tankard towards her in a mock-toast. "Now that was a fight."

Put him down for a while, but it'd been worth it, knowing something that ugly and malicious was no longer terrorizing that part of the Fade. Probably a million more like it. Still. Taking down a demon in its home turf? That was pretty badass.